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The Erica Saga, Part 3: "Bathroom" WARNING: contains farts, sharts, pretty vivid description of the poop in said sharts, etc. If you're here already, why do you need these warnings? Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 I stumbled forwards down the hallway towards the bathroom, my head spinning. I was going to throw up at any moment. I pushed past the half-open door, barely able to keep my eyes open, and collapsed at the base of the toilet. My stomach churned and turned, but as I kneeled I found it settling, rather than heaving forward. As my head slowly began to steady itself and I found myself able to concentrate again, I noticed immediately that the toilet in front of me was filled with soupy brown shit. I noticed, directly afterwards, the horrendous smell. Click. I turned to see Erica locking the door she had closed behind me. She'd been in here waiting. "It's very, very rude to barge in on someone like that." She was wearing only a shirt, her shorts and panties discarded on the floor. "How do you like the pills? I force-fed them to you after Ella knocked you out." She smirked. "You won't be able to vomit, not unless you really, really have to." Erica walked over to where I was on the ground. She turned, exposing her large butt to me. "Clean me up." "W-what?" I stammered out. "You heard me," she stated matter-of-factly. "Clean me up." I looked around for toilet paper, and began to go to the cabinet under the sink. As I reached for it, Erica's hand grabbed my wrist intensely. "No, no, honey. There's no toilet paper here." "Then wh-" "Do I have to spell it out for you?" she asked, annoyed. "Open your mouth and put your tongue to work." "No, please! No more of this!" I exclaimed, almost shouting. "Okay," she sighed, putting her hand on top of my head. She backed up, such that the back of my neck was now pressed against the toilet bowl full of her waste. She removed her hand, leaving me pinned by her legs and butt. "We'll do this the hard way." She grunted. SHPLITCH She pushed out a shart, coating her ass and spattering my face with shit. "Ew, that's disgusting!" I yelled. "Clean up my ass then." "No!" "Okay." SHHPPLLLAAATCH A longer shart pushed shit onto my face. The smell of the room was horrendous. "Look my ass is just gonna get more disgusting, you're gonna wanna get licking soon." "No, I'm not licking your shitty fucking ass!" I shouted. "Okay." SHGLOBTCHHHAAAAAP BLAPBRAAGLLLAPPPPPPP SHHGLLRRRRGLROOOUUUUP So she kept sharting, and sharting, and sharting. She pushed out another one, and my nose was completely blocked. I opened my mouth a crack to breathe, but she pushed down her ass, suffocating me. Her asscheeks covered my eyes and my whole head. Her ass was big enough to envelop my whole head. It shoved my neck into the seat. I suddenly realized there was some sort of cushion or pillow under my neck, and it didn't hurt me. Was that there before? Her poop spread across my entire face, squishing up to the top of my cheeks under my eyes and dripping off of my jaw into the stew below. I couldn't breathe. "Wanna breathe?" she asked. "Wanna breathe?" I tried to beg. "Please, please, get up! I want to breathe!" But it just came out as muffled cries. "Sniff my shit up." BRGGLAAAP. More disgusting shit on my face. "Sniff it through your nose. Get it in your lungs. That'll make sure you never stop smelling me." BGLRRRRPL. I tried to protest more, but it was still muffled. "Go on," she said. "Snort it like it's fucking cocaine." I'd done a marvelous job of not gagging so far (probably because of the pills), but the thought of sniffing her feces into my lungs got me going again. "No? Don't want to?" she taunted me. She raised her ass off me. "Then lick my fucking ass." She was back to her original position. Her enormous butt seemed to tower above me, ready to spit out more shit, like it had defeated me. And it had. Reluctantly, I stuck out my tongue and started to lick. She laughed, triumphant. "I knew I'd 'crack' you. Get it? Crack?" she laughed, pushing her ass down with every phrase. Her asshole slammed my tongue in. I inadvertently rimmed her. I retched. "Damn, I'm gonna need to find better pills," she said. "Keep fucking licking." I got to work then, lapping the shit from around her hole. I couldn't believe how disgusted I was. She moaned in pleasure. I remembered back when I used to make her moan and it was the most incredible sound I'd ever heard. Now it just made me feel even more revolted. "Swallow it down," she said. "Ever swallowed shit before?" She didn't know that Annah had just shit in my mouth minutes prior. I kept going, trying to block out what I was doing. To look at it from a glass half full of diarrhea perspective, at least her disgusting sharts had blocked up my nose and I couldn't taste what I was gulping down. She laughed and laughed the whole time, at least when she wasn't moaning like she was getting some fucked up pleasure out of this. Who knows. Maybe she was. Eventually I had it. Her ass started out smeared with shit everywhere and ended completely clean. I'd been going for at least ten minutes straight. My face was covered in shit, but at least I was done. She'd let me go now. "I'm done," I said. She reached a finger back and dragged it across her hairless asshole. She looked at it. As clean as if she'd just had a bath. Ironic, as if she didn't have a bath sitting right next to her. "Good job," she said, actually seeming somewhat satisfied. "You really got me clean." She started to rise up off me, finally removing her heavy body from my face- BLLLGRRRRBRBLLLLRRRRRGGRRRLLLLLRBT The shit dripped onto my chest. "No! Why did you-" I started. "Hold on, wait..." she cut me off. GLRRRRBLRLRLRRGBRLLLRRRRRRTTTTTTT PPPTTTTTTTTT-T-T-T-T-T-T Her last shart almost sounded dry, but it wasn't. Every little pop shoved out another bit of poop. It was turning from soft liquid to little bits of solid shit. "Whoooooops," she carelessly called. "Guess you have to do it again." "You fucking b-" I started, before she lowered her ass all the way back down, squishing her shit all over my face again. |
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